In Darkness, Be My Light

Deep Conversations

Warning: Mentions of past abuse, electroshock, and rape.

Wanda's eyes fluttered open when she smelled the familiar scent of her favorite breakfast: waffles. She couldn't mistake it. She sat up straight, full of excitement. She hasn't had waffles since she was at the Compound before The Sokovia Accords. She looked over to the bedside table that was nearest to the window, and there sat a plate with two waffles with a generous amount of maple syrup and butter to top it off. She also noticed a bowl of her favorite fruits: strawberries, grapes, and mango, cut and sliced. There was also a glass of orange juice. A fork and knife sat on top of a folded napkin next to the food. She smiled and became acutely aware of the bed she sat on. Her head perked up when she realized that Vision wasn't next to her. She panicked at first but then was filled mild disappointment. She had hoped to wake up next to him.

"I hope you slept well," Vision's voice came from the opposite side of where she looked.

She turned her head to see that Vision was sitting on the small couch that was backed against the wall next to her bed. She saw that he was reading a book titled Critique of Pure Reason. She recognized it; it was a philosophy book about metaphysics. Vision was one to read philosophy, sociology, or psychology books. She admired his interest in those genres. She smiled shyly as she remembered reading a few of those books with him at the Compound some months ago.

"Yes, I did despite the...night terrors," she replied. "However, I wished I could've woken up next to you," she whispered. She blushed at her own confession.

Vision looked up from his book and directed his attention to Wanda. The sides of his mouth quirked up when she saw her flush face. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I hope you find your breakfast as an apology."

"No, Vis, it's okay," she reassured him. She looked over at the food on her bedside table. "It was nice of you to bring me breakfast, though. Thank you."

She pulled the blankets up and over herself so she could get out of bed. However, she didn't go to take her food to her desk as Vision expected. She quickly paced over to him and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He was surprised at first, but then immediately closed his book and set it to the side and stood up while still kissing her. Her head leaned back so they didn't pull apart as he stood up and steadied himself.

She trailed her hand up to the back of his head and one rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He smiled against her mouth when she melted into his kiss. But just as quickly as it started, it ended.

Wanda moved away, tilted her body to the side, and sneezed into her sleeve a few times. "Ugh," she groaned. "I'm sorry."

"It's quite alright, dear," Vision responded. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just feel a little sick, I guess." She looked up at his adoring eyes.

He kissed her warm cheek. "Let's get you back into bed." He helped her to her bed and gently pulled the sheets over legs to her waist.

Wanda grabbed the plate of waffles and set it on her lap. She looked up at Vision and patted the side next to her. "Sit with me." Her tone wasn't demanding, but simply a request.

He accepted her invitation, "Of course." He rounded her bed and moved next to her, leaving enough appropriate space between them. He decided to not pull the covers over himself, but lazily let his legs lay straight, crossed at the ankles. He watched as she cut her waffles into small, edible bites and began to eat.

"As much as I thoroughly enjoy your company, Wanda, I must admit that it is saddening to pretend to be on a search to turn you in." She could sense the guilt in his voice.